I didn't give him an answer.
So I watched him walk away without an attempt to stop him. I wanted to stop him. But my voice hung in my throat and my feet were pinned to the floor. Watching his back disappear as the door closed was a cluttered feeling, I hated myself for not answering and hated myself more because I didn't have one.
No matter how deeply I thought about it, I can't conclude. It's better this way. Even if we got back together we're only damning ourselves to an endless torture of wanting something we can't have. He's right… This is who he is now and I can't change that.
I want something he doesn't possess anymore. It hurts knowing what you truly desire is within arms reach but you can't obtain it.